Sea chronicles

I grew up with lakes, far from the coast

You could swim and your eyes wouldn’t burn

But it was the summer of 2014 swimming in the Mediterranean, where I could feel the infusion of salt in the water lift me above the waves

I didn’t have to struggle

On land my stress, my joints, my low self-esteem are the tiny shackles that bind my movements

Because they’re so small, I sometimes don’t even notice

But in the sea I’m one with the flow, one with the rhythm of it all

The salt dissolves the shackles

And the seagulls watch me dance